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I want to stay just like this, my tongue in Raleigh’s pussy and her thighs in my hands, but my cock is so hard it’s almost painful. I need to be inside hernow, but I’m still frustratingly clothed. When I sit up, though, Raleigh’s trembling arms reach out and cling to the front of my shirt.

Clumsily, racing her own desire, she unbuttons my shirt and shoves it off my shoulders, then attacks my pants. The brush of her knuckles against my erection makes me groan, and she whimpers with me. Her impatience fuels my hunger, and I manage to yank my shirt off as she finally sets my cock loose. We work together to get my pants off and the last of her clothes up over her head, and finally we’re naked together.

I don’t waste either of our time. I grip her hips and drive myself into her pussy until our bodies slap together. Raleigh’s hands grab at my shoulders, my neck, tugging me down desperately to kiss her again as our fucking finally begins.

It feels like a relief to sink inside her again and again, to rediscover the heat and shape and scent of her body after weeks of holding myself back. If I must consider sex with this womanas giving in to my weaknesses, then I’ll revel in my failure all night long.

I measure the pace of my thrusts, finding the speed and angle that makes Raleigh cry out with every impact. Her back is arching beneath me, pressing as close as she can without merging our bodies into one. And when she snaps, she screams into my kiss and I swallow it like candy.

My hunger is too intense. I’m ready to end this far too soon, but I can’t stop the momentum of my body. With my mouth pressed to Raleigh’s, I cum into her, pleasure suffusing my entire body. Raleigh sighs, with relief, with satisfaction, like she’s craved this as much as I have.

Well, if that’s how she feels about it, we can go again as soon as I’ve caught my breath.

Unfortunately for me, I’ve had more than a little excitement for the day, of the good and bad variety. My post-coital relief drags me down over Raleigh, her sweet honey scent coaxing me to close my eyes. She turns her face into mine, her eyelashes tickling my cheek, her breath warm on my skin, and I sink into sleep with her in my arms.

Chapter 24

Emma

There’s been many times over these past few weeks that I’ve lain in bed wondering what it would be like to fall asleep in Achilles’s arms. Now that I finally have the chance to do it, though… I can’t sleep a wink.

His naked body is so warm and solid against mine, and the rhythm of his breath and heartbeat is a gentle lullaby. I try to hold my eyes shut, try to melt into him.

But guilt is eating my stomach whole, and I just can’t.

I came so close to telling him who I really am today. He stood up to Fantasia for his daughter, yes, but he did it for me too. It would’ve been easier for him to leave me with her- it probably would’ve soothed the rift that’s quickly becoming a canyon between them. Instead he kept me by his side, knowing it was the safest place for me.

Would he still do that if he knew who I really was?

Would he still want to kiss me if he knew I’m not the mafia princess he thinks he’s married to?

I don’t know the answer to that question, and the what if is bearing down on me like a bullet train. Up until this point, having sex with this man was about compliance and survival. Ican’t possibly deny that I’ve enjoyed it every time it’s happened, but enjoyment wasn’t the reason I let it happen.

Well, not the only reason.

But now Achilles has made a decision that draws a clear line between Fantasia and him, with me by his side. This is good for me. I’ve made myself a resource to him, either by being a friend and protector of his daughter or… a pleasurable companion for him. Or both. Logically, I know I’m making smart decisions that will make my captivity more bearable. That I’ve sown seeds that will make my future escape easier.

Emotionally, though… having sex with Achilles while he thinks I’m someone else doesn’t feel right anymore. Despite being one of my captors and having secrets to hide, he’s shown his sincere feelings time and time again, even when he didn’t want to. And when he’s wronged me, he’s apologized and done better.

Of course, how much of that hinges on the fact that he thinks I’m Raleigh Warwick and that I’m capable of providing his family with something they need? Fantasia needs to maintain her fortune, but she’s been crippled by the shunning of one family and the disrespect of another. And because she has no legal way to get at Achilles’s money, she needs Thomas’s. Despite their many, many,manydisagreements, it’s still in Achilles’s best interest for Fantasia to have what she wants, so even if he’s pulled me to his side for now, he might not be willing to do that anymore once he learns I’m worthless to them both.

I can’t risk that… right?

Achilles shifts against me, his brows furrowing in sleep. He turns over, removing his arm from around me, and I take a real breath for the first time since we laid down. The late afternoon light has become moonlit darkness while I’ve agonized over my safe lies. I’m grateful for the chance to escape, and I take it.

Carefully, I inch to the edge of the bed and lever myself out of it. Achilles shifts again, but doesn’t wake as I put on my clothes and scavenge a thick robe out of the bathroom to ward off the chill. In the hall, I debate where to go to clear my head. It’s far too cold outside to walk the gardens, even though I can imagine how magical they would look in the moonlight. We definitely slept through dinner, though I don’t think it’s too late at night for a snack-

“Raleigh?”

I almost jump at the quiet sound of Sidony’s voice at my elbow. Her hair is mussed from sleep- it seems she just woke up herself. And unfortunately, from the lilac penguin under her arm, I think I can guess why.

“Hey sweetheart,” I say softly, kneeling in front of her. “Everything okay?”

She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around me, crushing poor Lilac between us. “I saw the scary men again.”

My heart breaks at the tired fear in her voice. I wish I could tell her just how much I understand it, just how alike the two of us are, but I don’t dare. Instead I hug her back, brushing my thumb over her temple.

“They’re gone, kiddo,” I whisper. “Your dad got all of them. There aren’t any here, right?”

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